I don't understand why some drivers stay two or more car-lengths back from the vehicle in front of them in the line of cars at a stop light. I know; it doesn't rise to the level of world peace or ending hunger, but it bugs me, especially when they take forever to get moving once the light goes green. And in the kind of traffic we have here it means some driver is either caught in that intersection back there or waiting on the other side of it, sitting through another red light.
I don't understand a guy who pays upwards of $4,000 for a couple of hours with a prostitute. Now we hear that Spitzer ponied up that kind of money at least eight times in the last several months. Does that go under the heading of "disposable income"?
Add it up; that's over $32,000.
Remember the Hugh Grant thing? He was engaged to Liz Hurley, as in drop-dead gorgeous model, when he was caught with a $20 hooker in London.
I'm not saying that doing business with a prostitute is ever justified. But Mr. Grant is 'round 'bout $3, 980 ahead for his humiliation.
I don't understand the wiring at the house where I worked this morning. Simple job - remove and replace a light fixture in the garage. I turned off the switch, which should mean no power to the light. (If you try this at home, turn of the power at the breaker, but I do this enough....) I was in the process of wiring in the new light when I got zapped! Feeling 120 volts fire through your hand and up your arm is a real attention-getter. Turns out the bare copper ground wire, which should never have any power going through it was very, very hot. I worked back through the circuit, checking connections back to the switch where everything was wrong. Instead of blacks at the two terminals of the switch I found whites. And the voltage readings I got were all wrong.
Half of being smart is knowing when you're stupid. I told him to get an electrician over stat.
I don't understand God. Last week in Foundations we learned the word inscrutable, a word theologians use to describe the aspects of God we can never grasp - the Trinity, the Virgin Birth, etc. But I don't need to understand him. In fact, if I did it would mean he's finite and fits neatly inside my pea brain.
What I do understand is that God is good and provides for his own. And while it's too early to say anything with certainty, Pathway Bible Church may have a new site.
So I don't understand God but I know he answers prayer.
I'll keep you posted.
OK, if you've read this far you deserve some kind of reward. These may rate as meager but I could have posted the latest clips of the Obama/Clinton spat.
Cactus Cuties sing the National Anthem
Grease Hits the Daycare Scene
And on that note, good night!
1 comment:
Just an FYI, I had a friend who was behind someone at a red light and the driver behind him plowed into him. My friend in turn hit the car in front of him. The police also gave my friend a ticket for not being two car lengths behind the car in front of him. Needless to say, he's now one of the people you don't understand, as am I.
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